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"
Oh
,
yes
.
What
a
great
fund
of
anecdotes
he
has
.
"
"
Oh
,
yes
.
He
’
s
got
that
all
right
.
"
It
always
amazed
Vimes
how
Nobby
got
along
with
practically
everyone
.
It
must
,
he
’
d
decided
,
have
something
to
do
with
the
common
denominator
.
In
the
entire
world
of
mathematics
there
could
be
no
denominator
as
common
as
Nobby
.
"
Er
,
"
he
said
,
and
then
found
he
couldn
’
t
leave
this
strange
new
byway
,
"
you
don
’
t
find
his
language
a
bit
,
er
,
ripe
?
"
"
Salty
,
"
corrected
Lady
Ramkin
cheerfully
.
"
You
should
have
heard
my
father
when
he
was
annoyed
.
Anyway
,
we
found
we
’
ve
got
a
lot
in
common
.
It
’
s
an
amazing
coincidence
,
but
my
grandfather
once
had
his
grandfather
whipped
for
malicious
lingering
.
"
That
must
make
them
practically
family
,
Vimes
thought
.
Another
stab
of
pain
from
his
stricken
side
made
him
wince
.
"
You
’
ve
got
some
very
bad
bruising
and
probably
a
cracked
rib
or
two
,
"
she
said
.
"
If
you
roll
over
I
’
ll
put
some
more
of
this
on
.
"
Lady
Ramkin
flourished
a
jar
of
yellow
ointment
.
Panic
crossed
Vimes
’
s
face
.
Instinctively
,
he
raised
the
sheets
up
around
his
neck
.
"
Don
’
t
play
silly
buggers
,
man
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
shan
’
t
see
anything
I
haven
’
t
seen
before
.
One
backside
is
pretty
much
like
another
.
It
’
s
just
that
the
ones
I
see
generally
have
tails
on
.
Now
roll
over
and
up
with
the
nightshirt
.
It
belonged
to
my
grandfather
,
you
know
.
"
There
was
no
resisting
that
tone
of
voice
.
Vimes
thought
about
demanding
that
Nobby
be
brought
in
as
a
chaperon
,
and
then
decided
that
would
be
even
worse
.
